#♡ ⸺ chiyou.

[peachmuses]

knb, ship edition tags.

#♡ ⸺ nijihimu. #♡ ⸺ shuumako. #♡ ⸺ shuzuya. #♡ ⸺ hiniji. #♡ ⸺ haryou. #♡ ⸺ aosaku. #♡ ⸺ chiyou. #♡ ⸺ umoyo. #♡ ⸺ koshi. #♡ ⸺ kikuro. #♡ ⸺ yamatsuki. #♡ ⸺ kazuki. #♡ ⸺ tatzuya. #♡ ⸺ makoya.

[peachmusesa]

" you look divorced. " CHIYOU

“ how can a person look divorced ? ” ryou asks, placing bag on table next to him. he hadn’t slept good - granted, and maybe he’s a little bit more mess today than usual / ( another day of him and kazuya still not really talking to each other. can you divorce your friends ? is that what this is ? ) chikao shrugs, “ you’re usually really well put together. look -- ” chikao points at one of the buttons on ryou’s cardigan, “ you missed a button there. ”  “ oh -- ” fingers swift and deftly move to fix it, and ryou wants to bang his head on the floor / wall / something. how long had that been like that. “ better ? ”  “ ehhhh, ” chikao’s hand does a so-so motion, “ presentable at the very least. what’s up with you though ? you look like someone took your kitten and drowned it in front of you. ”  ryou shrugs, “  haven’t been sleeping well. ” which -- is both the truth and a lie / the truth in the fact that he hasn’t / hasn’t been sleeping well because he’s too busy thinking about everything else. “ i’ve got a lot going on with a commission , our project, the team -- just, a lot of stuff at once. ” it’s fine / normal even. he’s just usually not fighting with people at the same time.  “ do you want some banana milk ? i see you with it a lot. ”  ryou blinks , “ you do - i mean it’s not for me. it’s for aomine-kun because he likes it -- but what do you mean you see me with it a lot ? ”  shoulder lifts, drops, and chikao drops his chin into open palm. “ around school and stuff, you know? ”  ryou watches him for a moment, “ no i prefer strawberry milk over banana. ”  “ i can get you some ? ”  “ i’m good, thank you though. ” 

#♡ ⸺ chiyou. #i really was gonna make this ship somewhat a nice ship and then i made chikao the biggest bastard i could. #ic ⸺ sakurai.

[peachmusesa]

[Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car. chiyou

[ chikao-kun, sent ]. i saw you. [ chikao-kun, sent ]. it was a complete accident.  [ chikao-kun, sent ]. but you’re right, i guess. 

#ic ⸺ sakurai. #♡ ⸺ chiyou.

[peachmusesa]

sociieties asked c.... chiyou's first date :/

they’re at an aquarium, yo-kun is in a nice baby blue cardigan that definitely blends in / and chikao’s got his hair tied up. chikao thinks about holding his hand - but ryou’s got his art book ( and he’s starting to get jealous of the damn thing actually. he never goes anywhere without it. chikao doesn’t ask for much / not really. he’s simple like that. )

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he remembers, being in the classroom ( they’re once again in different classes and the spring festival seems like it was ages ago when it was maybe a month or so ago. ) he remembers , eventually , dragging yo-kun off to behind the greenhouse and asking him out.

“ what ? ” “ go out with me. i like you. ”  “ chikao-kun i - ”  “ no. don’t say no. you’ve never dated anyone before. two dates. let me give you one date where you can get the experience and the second you can give me the answer. ”  ryou stares at him for a moment --- thinks about the fact that everyone seems to want him to date / decides that since he doesn’t have any other prospects or anyone that he’s for certain into / decides to nod. “ two dates then. ” not that he’s particularly excited / in fact. ryou is usually the opposite / more of a dig their heels in kind of guy when people tell him he should be doing something, but chikao is nice enough and a friend. he’s not worried about losing his friendship with him if they don’t go together.  chikao grins, wide. “ perfect. i know just the place. ” 

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that was before , and now they’re actually doing it. yo-kun is staring into the sunshine lagoon currently , enraptured, pencil sketching fast on paper / and despite the slight jealousy that chikao feels towards the pad, he thinks it’s sort of cute. it is yo-kun’s very first date after all. so it’s fine. they’re at the sunshine aquarium and chikao has plans to take him ikebukuro pasutakan afterwards. ( he’s picked up on the fact that ryou prefers traditional japanese food over others. )  he trails behind yo-kun , watches as he seems enraptured with the penguins above them that swim / the otters that slip and slide / the sea lions flopping about / the pelicans swooping. sees wide - brown eyes sparkle and pats himself on the back. he’s totally winning this dating yo-kun thing. stops himself for the moment / remembering the fact that this is the first of two guaranteed dates and that nothing is set in stone for anything after that. he hopes so though.  “ chikao-kun, ” ryou says, sliding in place. “ it’s very pretty. i haven’t been here before. ”  “ really ? ”  sakurai nods, “ mm. i usually go to sumida. this is a nice change of pace. less inter-active but still just as beautiful. ” chikao nods, “ i thought you would like it. ” ryou’s still got his book in his hands, and so chikao, softly grabs one of them, and entwines his fingers. “ is this okay ? ” sakurai --- looks at their hands for a moment and back to his art. it’s fine - right ? he can just come back later, draw then. still / touch makes him uncomfortable for some reason but it’s a date and he’s going to get use to it if it kills him. he nods, opens his mouth -- “ wait. ” he untwines his hands , using care and gentleness to put his sketchbook away and then after a moment’s pause , holds his hand out for chikao to take it , who does. their hands don’t fit together easily , ryou thinks. it’s fine. he’s only a little bit nervous / not that excited really. really , he’s more uncomfortable than anything - he thinks. his safety item that keeps him from spiraling is in his bag , and he can’t use it to shut himself away. he breathes. it’s fine. chikao has been nothing but kind.  chikao pulls him along, “ i like the second floor best. you get to see their eco-system there, and the plants that are common. ” ryou smiles, laughs a little. “ that makes sense for you. ” chikao’s cheeks flush.  he pulls him along , picks out the plants that he likes , explains them to the best of his capabilities, tells yo-kun about how the little bubbles on the plants are oxygen, about how the wood from one invites fishes to come along to it / this continues for about an hour , til the exhibit gets ready to close and he takes him out to eat at ikebukuro pasutakan.  they talk over their food,  “ did you like it ? ” ryou’s chopsticks stop , hover over his katsudon, as he looks up , questioningly, “ the date ? ”  chikao nods.  “ it was nice. ”  “ ah so you didn’t like it. ”  “ i didn’t say that -- i don’t really have anything to compare it too. so -- nice. ”  “ not great or anything ? ”  ryou shrugs. “ i was nervous. ”  chikao laughs , “ you were suppose to be. first dates usually are. ”  ryou flushes, shoves food into his mouth and chikao almost wishes he was into photography. he’d like to preserve this memory.  chikao, “ should i walk you home ? ”  ryou shakes his head, “ i would like time to think alone. ” a pause, as he takes a sip of his drink. “ after all, i still have to give you an answer next time , right ? i want to take it seriously. ”  chikao grins, easy, “ that’s all i ask. ” for now.  “ so --- maybe next time, the zoo ? does tokyo even have a zoo ? ” chikao says , staring in on his okonomiyaki, and ryou laughs. “ ueno zoo, and i know you know that, chikao-kun. ” he shrugs, takes a bite of his food, grinning all the same and lets ryou stir the conversation until it’s time to pay the bill and go their seperate ways. 

#♡ ⸺ chiyou. #sociieties

[peachmusesa]

❝ i brought some seeds for your garden. i thought about bringing a bouquet but— this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer. ❞ /chiyou

ryou -- is an artist / he sees things , create things from nothing. cooking, sewing, painting, drawing. whatever--- he’s a creator. chikao is a cultivator -- he likes to grow things / pretty things. likes to collect books and cultivating an interest in them. he likes pretty things / soft things / things that read easy  - are easy to understand. books / flowers. those things are simple enough even with some of the most complicated languages -- they’re simple. you can point out in a book what the plot is, the character development, all of that. with flowers -- and plants - you need a certain recipe. it’s like cooking / but not. you know what you get with both flowers and books. chikao likes ryou - because ryou is simple too. he’s pretty and soft and not near as much of a mess as other artists tend to be. what you see is what you get. ryou is nothing bad in this world. chikao knows what he gets with yo-kun.  yo-kun stands awkwardly at the entrance to the greenhouse , brown eyes flitting around before chikao feels them land on him. chikao removes his hands from the dirt, as dark lavender eyes move from the bed of flowers up to the vice captain of the basketball team.  “ that’s nice of you. ” and strange. very strange.  he’s not that stupid -- like people assume of him. he knows that something is going on with him / that ryou-kun is trying to do something, but at the end of the day , chikao doesn’t know him enough to be able to tell what it is. if yo-kun wants to talk about it , chikao will listen. if not then that’s fine too. chikao will make his interest known soon enough.  ( he’s heard the rumors / that yo-kun doesn’t date. wonders about them , never brings them up. those are also strange. maybe he’ll ask about it today. )  he moves from the flowers to the entrance, to pick the seed packet, giving a small gaze at the packet. “ what are these for ? ”  ryou shrugs, “ a thank you. i know you’re interested in flowers --- so i thought i’d get you some, but then i thought better of it. i tend to kill plants. ” he says sheepishly.  “ that’s surprising. ”  “ is it ? ”  “ considering the amount of creativity you radiate ? yeah. ” chikao watches him for a moment , sighs and moves behind him to push him into the green-house. “ you’ve got all types of flowers and plants. growing them and cultivating them is just the same as your art, just in another shape and form. ”  brows furrow as head tilts up and towards the side so ryou can glance up at him and chikao looks straight-forward. that’s cute / and unfair. he’s bringing ryou to the strawberries that he planted before for him. ( not that ryou will ever know that. ) “ these -, ” chikao starts, as he drops his hand from ryou’s shoulders to his sides, accidently on purpose trailing a finger down the other’s spine to see what happens. ( nothing / he stiffens. moves out of the way. chikao internally sighs. still a ways to go. ) “ these come from a seed too. ” he starts as he picks up one of the vines, and brushing dirt off with thumb. it’s plump / ready to eat, and so with a twist he takes it off the vine , and presses it into ryou’s hands.  “ growing things is like being your own god. not every seed blooms, and sometimes you fail when you grow them. it could be the soil, the air, whatever -- but, the ones that do are worth it. ” chikao blinks / processes what he’s saying. it’s not just about planting and growing things. he shifts , presses his back against the table as he tilts his head to study ryou whose staring down at the strawberry. cute, he thinks.  “ yo-kun , why don’t you date ? ”  chikao pauses, “ i mean --- dating is just like a seed. some don’t work out and some do and it’s beautiful. why don’t you plant something like that ? ”  ryou’s looking at him now , wide-eyed. “ what ? ”  “ dating. why not ?”  ryou inhales. chikao’s his friend. “ i’m content with myself. ” a truth and a lie if chi’s ever heard one. he thinks about calling him out on it but ryou continues to speak.  “ why’s everyone interested in my love life anyways ? ” “ you’re seventeen. not bad on the eyes. talented. why wouldn’t people want to know why you aren’t dating ? i mean --- sure there are asexual and aromantic people out there and it’s totally cool if you are -- but most teenagers are at least dating someone by now. ”  ryou’s nose scrunches, “ i’m not either of those things actually. i’m just content with myself. i don’t see the need for it. ” he pauses, “ if and when i do date, i want to actually be able to dedicate time to my partner -- but right now i’m content with friends. i didn’t have that many growing up. i want a solid base to go off of. ” chikao opens his mouth - pauses. that’s not really what he expected to hear. ryou seems the type of person where nearly anyone can get along with him. for him not having many friends -- strange. but he would know better than chikao and so chi’ nods. “ that --- makes sense , i guess. ” he shifts / turns his back to ryou as he picks up an empty see-through carton and picks a few of the strawberries off the vine. he closes them, and presses them into ryou’s hands.  “ here. in thanks for the seedlings. ” 

#npc ⸺ chikao. #♡ ⸺ chiyou.

[peachmusesa]

‘ date somebody who will go on a road trip with you to see japan’s 10 most haunted places ’ / chiyou

“ that’s the dream, ” ryou says from his position on the sofa , with netflix playing some sort of murder mystery. it’s one he’s seen before but he’s found out that chikao doesn’t mind horror / murder or anything like that and ryou really wants more friends who aren’t that squeamish about things. usually, kazuya is his go-to but ryou’s not about to get into that mess that is kazuya and moto-senpai. ryou thinks for a moment, “ do you not -- have other friends you’d do this with? it’s kind of boring sitting in on a friday night and watching a murder mystery. ” well -- for most people.  chikao shakes his head, “ nah. not really. i want to hang out with you. you’ve always seemed fun. ” sakurai blinks -- him ? fun ? now that’s a lie if he’s ever heard one. “ how so ? ”  chikao flushes, and waves his hand. “ well -- i mean, just from what i’ve seen and heard ! vice captain for the basketball team. you busy yourself with home-ec and teach sewing for momoi-chan, and cooking. not to mention art and i’ve seen you win competitions before in some manga magazines i’ve picked up. not to mention you’re friends with aomine-san and that’s definitely not something a regular person would be capable of. ” he moves his hand around to the back of his head where he gather’s his hair and pulls it into a messy ponytail -- it’s not long , but it is long enough that it stays.  “ that just seems fun to me. always been into something. ” “ oh. ” ryou says softly, un-use to such things being said about him. “ i see ? ” he asks it like a question because he’s still not certain that he’s fun / but chikao is a friend and ryou isn’t going to doubt a friend. he shifts / to let chikao sit on the opposite end of the couch and ryou twists his face to the side. it’s something he’s seen before / with kazuya , a couple of times. it’s easy enough to know who the killer is if you pay attention , but chikao seems enthralled and ryou doesn’t want to ruin it for him by pointing out the obvious signs that the sister is the one who did it. he briefly wonders what kazuya’s doing -- shakes his head, thinking about the fact that he’s probably with atsumo-senpai. thinks that it’s been .... a few weeks since they’ve really talked and feels bad. suddenly, he wants to be alone. suddenly, he wants to leave and escape and go anywhere that isn’t here. he can’t -- there’s company, but he wants too. instead he pulls out his phone, to text kazuya.                { ha-chan, sent. }  sorry.  if it ever gets read, ryou doesn’t know because chikao speaks up , about food , and ryou excuses himself to the kitchen to make something for the both of them to eat while chikao tells him what’s happening thoughout the movie. 

#savage #♡ ⸺ chiyou.

[peachmusesa]

i said that chikao and ryou had no like big interest in each other.... im a dirty little liar because chikao was interested from day one. 

#🍑 ⸺ dash. #damn am i gonna have to make them a tag too.... #♡ ⸺ chiyou.